Holding up, debating
Pondering.
On whether I
Should be stating.
He took one thing
I can never get back.
It only goes to show
The genuine man he needs.
Trust was a thing
My mother provided for him,
Not knowing the creature he
covers up inside.
I set down for rest
As he instructs me to.
Knowing the minute is nearing,
When he at long last gets through.
I'm hurt and
I'm dying.
He's snickering,
Overlooking my arguing.
Does he mind?
Does it trouble him?
Knowing there was more than one thing
He put inside me
Other than troubling.
Three years have past
What's more, I am still annoyed,
By the wreckage he cleared out,
All things in my reality are aggravated.
Simply thoroughly considering he's there
With some other young lady.
She's presumably so frightened.
It makes me need to throw.
I have no wounds,
I have no scars.
In any case, taking my virginity,
Was similar to taking my heart.